“I'd like you to see someone,” the social worker's voice crackled over my cheap Motorola cell phone. “His name is Moses.”

“I'll be right there.”

I was working at John F. Kennedy Memorial Medical Center, the largest hospital in Liberia, a nation ravaged by waves of bloodshed for more than 20 years. Liberia has been at war for so long, its people do not seem to remember any other form of existence.